Clark was there. Her Superman. She sighed. He had saved her from Lex and the clone. She closed her eyes to see if she could feel Clark’s lips pressed against hers again. This dream was so fresh, so clear.
Now look at that...
Clark continued to stare at her, not speaking, and then he looked down. Her heart sank.
“It was real. It wasn’t a dream at all, was it?”
And I remember!” She hugged him and then jumped up and did a little dance. “Do you know what this means?”
Awwwwww
“I remember! I have the other me’s memories. Whatever happens in my dimension, I’ll know about. I’m not out of the loop. Woo-hoo!” She danced around some more.
Awwwwww... /Expects Lois to order Clark to remodel his shower-only bathroom into one a little more accommodating to a single Lois getting a live-feed from her post-nuptial younger self.
Lois thought this whole switch was going to feel like the clone incident, again. She hated Clark having a life with a Lois and her not knowing what was going on. This was going to be better than surveillance. And if these pesky feelings about Clark returning early came true, she’d have memories of that as well.
Michael
